"Could Henry have given him a hint?" she queried; and her brow
contracted and her eyes flashed indignantly at the thought.
As a result of the suspicion, she left him speedily, and in the
morning was glad to hope, from his more natural bearing, that she had
been over-sensitive.
The sagacious Graydon, however, was maturing a plan which he hoped
would bring her the happiness which it would be his happiness to
confer.
"She is so proud and spirited," he thought, "that only when surprised
and off her guard will she reveal to me a glimpse of the truth. If I
consulted my own pride I wouldn't speak for a long time to come--not
till she had ceased to associate me with Stella Wildmere; but if she
is loving me as I believe she would love a man, she shall not doubt an
hour longer than I can help, that I and my life's devotion are hers.
Sweet Madge, you shall make your own terms again!"
CHAPTER XXXVIII
"CERTAINLY I REFUSE YOU"
Having heard that one of the finest views among the mountains was to
be had at Indian Head, a vast overhanging precipice facing toward the
entrance to the Kaaterskill Clove, Graydon easily induced Madge to
explore with him the tangled paths which led thither.
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